“The wind is so strong outside tonight, it must be the wind that has blown something down, don’t say anything, it’s scary.”
Mao Jialan walked to the window, reached out to close the window, and drew the blinds again.
Then he said to the aunt: “The water is boiling, go and put the fermented rice on it.”
“Ok.”
The aunt was taken away by Mao Jialan, and then Mao Jialan’s figure disappeared in front of the window, Xin Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief.
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